Bit of Creative Writing: Christopher and Violet in Roslynn Forest

I wrote this little bit of writing for Christopher Palu, epic contestant from Project Runway. Hope he sees it soon But until then, you guys can read it! And vote Chris for fan favorite people!

Christopher and Violet in Roslynn Forest:

Rain drizzled softly on the thick, wooly trees tops of the Forest of Roslynn. The trees acted like a shield, letting little rain fall past them onto the forest floor. All was quiet, save the drip drop sound of rain and the crackle of the camp fire that Violet struggled to keep lit, stoking and stoking it.

Christopher and Violet had decided to put the matter of her shooting an arrow that had missed Christopher’s head by about an inch and a half behind them, considering there wasn’t much they could do about it in the dark and the rain. It had hit the tree behind him, and she still had plenty of arrows for hunting. No harm done.

She sat back in the damp grass, blowing her frizzy blonde bangs out of her eyes. “Well,” she said, “this was an interesting turn of events.”

Christopher laughed. “A little,” he said.

“I almost killed you,” Violet said with a giggle. “You should know better than to wear a fur vest in the middle of a dark forest. You’ll get mistaken for a deer.”

“Well I guess I didn’t expect there’d be a huntress like you waiting to try and shoot an arrow at me,” Christopher said, taking a turn stroking the fire.

“Well, I was hungry,” she said. “I make a mean deer stew.”

“You know,” Christopher said, “I don’t doubt that, but even though I might have looked like one in the dark, I’m gonna take a wild guess and say I don’t taste like one.”

Violet laughed. “Ah well, you make nice boots at least,” Violet said, looking down at her brown boots that she had received from Chris not two weeks before, back at the dress shop in Tierney. They had indeed held up and stayed nice, just like he had promised.

Christopher smiled, running a hand through his brown hair. “Yeah those came out great,” he said.

“Are you kidding? I adore them!” Violet said happily. “They’re just what I needed.”

“Well good,” he said, feeling pleased with himself.

“Yep,” Violet said.

She then picked up the basket sitting between them and began to dig in it. “So you said there was food in here?” she asked.

“Unless one of the so-called demons of Roslynn Forest made off with it, then yes,” Chris said with a laugh.

“Good,” Violet said, sticking her face in the basket. “I haven’t eaten in like three days; I’ve been hunting out here forever.”

“I will,” Violet said, retrieving a muffin from the basket. “So,” she said, devouring it, “I’m a little surprised to see you out here, Christopher.”

“Yeah?” Chris said, taking something from the basket as well.

“Yeah,” Violet said, “out here in the middle of the wilderness. Last I saw you, you were working at a lovely little dress shop in Tierney, which is, as you probably know, miles away from here. How’d you end up out here, near the border of Winogradow?”

“Well,” Chris said, looking out into the deep blackness of the forest, just a few feet away from them in the clearing, “a just got fed up back there.”

“What happened?” Violet asked. “Run out of inspiration?”

“More like patience,” Chris said.

“What happened?” Violet asked.

“Nah, trust me, you don’t wanna hear,” Chris told her.

“Try me,” Violet said, moving closer, looking interestedly at him.

“Well,” Chris said, “you know that little dress shop of mine?”

“Yep,” Violet said, “it was amazing in there.”

“Yeah, well, I wish everyone had loved it as much as you,” Chris said.

“Who didn’t?” Violet asked, resting her chin in her hands, planting her elbows firmly in the grass.

“Well, you know the girls that shopped there?” Chris said.

“Yeah,” Violet replied.

“Everyone else in the village,” Chris told her.

“Oh my God, really?” Violet said, sort of shocked.

“Yes, because it’s not the normal thing for a man my age to do, they say.” he said. “Like, I’m supposed to go chop lumber or slaughter some wolves or something. But that’s just not me.”

Violet laughed and shook her head.

“What?” Chris asked, pushing her by the shoulder gently to make her talk.

“Well, if it’s not you, why should you have to do it? Why can’t you have your dress shop?” Violet asked.

He shrugged his shoulders. “You got me,” he said with a little laugh.

“No, I mean,” Violet continued, “you should be free to do whatever you like. If you like to make clothes—and not to mention the most amazing boots I’ve ever seen—then what should stop you?”

Chris smiled, looking down at the ground. He had a very pleasant, soft smile. “Thanks,” he said.

“Well it’s true,” Violet said. “So, is that why you left? No one accepted you in Tierney?”

“Well, that I can deal with,” Chris said. “But everyone has a limit to how much they’re supposed to take, right?”

“Like what?” she asked.

“Well,” Chris said, “it’s what they did, not what they said.”

“What’d they do?” Violet said.

Chris sighed, looking at the fire. “The shop,” he said.

“What about it?” Violet asked.

“They came in and trashed the place,” he told her, shaking his head in frustration.

“Trashed?” Violet said. “Why?”

“Because they could, I guess,” Chris said. “So I left to find a place where they’re not gonna try and burn my work.”

“Burn your work?” Violet asked?

“They sort of scorched the dress that the duchess requested,” Chris told her.

“No! The gold one?” Violet said. “I saw you working on it that day you gave me the boots.”

“Yeah, that was sort of the last straw,” Chris told her. “I mean, no one has the right to do that to someone.”

“I hear you,” Violet said. “Well, more power to you, Christopher.”

“And what about you, Violet?” he asked her.

“What about me?” she asked.

“How’d you end up out here in the wilderness?” he asked.

“Oh,” Violet said, “it’s a long story.”

Chris scooted closer to her, giving her that same interested look. “I got time,” he told her, mimicking her position and resting his elbows in the grass.